The Music Was To Blame

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[Verse]
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There's nothing I can do, I guess, to feel less
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Over the weather, feet together, stuck in the mess
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Maybe she's blue, I guess, but if she left
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Would there be anything here? Just a dripping sphere, a lonely speck

[Pre Chorus]
F      Fm         Em               Am      G
Oh no, no, if you keep on striking matches one day
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The splinters in your fingers will turn around and say

[Chorus]
C         E             Am                      F
Oh you're terrible people and now you've got no corners left to turn
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No matches left to burn
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Sweet, sweet, terrible people, you said that when you burned out of your brain
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The music was to blame

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
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I'm mad at the world today cause she didn't say
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stop or go or leave me alone I'm not in the mood

[Pre Chorus]
F      Fm         Fm               Am      G
Oh no, no, if you keep on striking matches one day
F                                  G
The splinters in your fingers will turn around and say

[Chorus]
C         E             Am                      F
Oh you're terrible people and now you've got no corners left to turn
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No matches left to burn
C              E             Am                        F
Sweet, sweet, terrible people, you said that when you burned out of your brain
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The music was to blame

[Bridge]
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Oh no, no, if you keep on marching tragic
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International shame
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The stupid were to blame

[Pre Chorus]
F      Fm         Em               Am      G
Oh no, no, if you keep on striking matches one day
F                                  G
The splinters in your fingers will turn around and say

[Chorus]
C         E             Am                      F
Oh you're terrible people and now you've got no corners left to turn
   G
No matches left to burn
C              E             Am                         F
Sweet, sweet, terrible people, I'm saying that when the world gets turned to dust
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The music's gonna stop